[Verse 1]
Hold up...
I'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow

Know what?
^!$$%s is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row
So what?

Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low
I climb in the fo'
Let the glock pop... nine in a row

If I catch you after eleven
I'ma have to point an acurate weapon
At your acurate legend

And clap you with seven
I'm crazier than servin' crack to a reverend
Plus, I ruin your career

like if the news camera catch you with Tevin
Ugh! Just gimme your rightful invision
I stiffle your mission

Swing and hit ^!$$%s hard as motorcycle collisions
Watch your $$#, like you Michael in prison
There's so many weak wick-whack

Recycle-rap ^!$$%s
I'm liable to diss 'em
Even though, they scared of testin' me now

Quit playin' games, you "Got Beef?"
"Say My Name," like you Destiny's Child
First off all, let's get a few things straight:

This Death Row and I'm the new teammate
^!$$%, your crew seen fate
We drop it fast

Watchin' bodies get carried like shoppin' bags
I ain't seen y'all up in the 'hood since ^!$$%s was rockin' Shaq's
Standin' by this hot ^!$$%, your s'pose to burn

Lets make a toast to Death Row's return
Ya heard?


[Chorus]
Act like you knizzo, ^!$$% this Death Rizzo
^!$$%s throw ya hands up, (*##$es get on the flizzo

Bangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo
Kickin' in the dizzo
And that's so for shizzo

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[Verse 2: Crooked I]

Oh... you ^!$$%s thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns

While you got that chronic smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum

Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle

When you was tryin' to have ??? sex from that tramp,
with the adam's apple
I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'

It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes

^!$$%, that's how the strap shoots
I still... beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute

I teach these rap, soup-eatin' ^!$$%s how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough

The first thug label in the world, that's wussup...
It's Death Rizzo


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Yo... we still crackin' and smashin' for some real action
I'm still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil Jackson
So all of you marks tuck in your chain

Or on your next video shoot, you'll be be lookin' like you just got jumped
in the game
For the Row... it's nothin' to bang
$#&@in' ya game
Thuggin' the same

Lovin' the game
You catch a slug in your brain!
You'll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30
Call me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirty
We draw crews and clickin' them

It's all cool...
Cause y'all fools is all too soft
We harder than law school curriculums
Stickin' up 64 victims a minute
Twistin' ya minute

Balistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented
I drop a line
Rock a rhyme
Shock ya mind
@@#! a nine

Stop ya time
Rob ya blind...
Rhyme 'til the block is mine
You can't hit Crooked I; you sound dope
cause them ^!$$%z that wrote your %#@!... [bit Crooked I]
This Death Rizzo


[Chorus]